At the beginning...

This post was originally posted on Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Dear Mini-M,

I am your mother. And through these pages, we will live your life together. This is my first letter to you and this is where you learn about yourself, your mommy and your daddy from the time you are 18 weeks still in your mommy's womb.

Mini-M, you're going to be one hell of a lucky girl, because your daddy is a real sap. He watches romance movies and at scenes where the hero and heroine stares into each other's eyes for the first time, he unconsciously shouts, "Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiiiiss her laaarrr!!".
At the end of each romance movie, he looks at mommy with those puppy man eyes and lets out a loong sigh and says, "Soooo nice".

Yeah, this is your daddy, the hopeless romantic. You will love him just as much as I do.

Some people say, babies start to kick in the womb when they're a little after 4 months. Unfortunately, I've yet to feel you. Your cousin Hailey has already started to kick last week in the womb at 5 months. I am still anticipating for the moment where I can feel your movements inside me for the first time. I wonder how it feels. I wonder.

I did a blood test recently to test if you're going to be a healthy girl. The doctor said they'll call in within 10 working days if something untoward comes back from the test results. So far it's been 7 days, I'm keeping my fingers crossed that they never call.

Papa and Mama has been shopping for things for you recently. We have these great battles on which models and which design to choose. Your daddy likes ugly dark coloured wooden stuffs while I like white-ish, clean feeling stuffs. Your daddy wants white sheets and white beddings for you while I want colourful designs to avert your attention when you open your eyes to explore the world. I told daddy this is not about him but about you because I'm SURE you enjoy colourful beddings more than plain white ones. Your daddy's last line of defense is always, "Our kid will be like me, got European taste."...

To be honest, we're still not very sure if you're going to be a boy(Mini-N) or a girl(Mini-M). In our last visit, the doctor told us she can't see anything where your wee wee is, so maybe you're a girl. Same goes for cousin Hailey. The doctor couldn't see anything and therefore pronounced Hailey as a girl. I told my brother, in our next visit, by HOOK or by CROOK, we confirm the gender of both our babies. I'd hate to call you Mini-M when you're actually a Mini-N. You might be offended later in life.

It will be exciting for you, Mini-M. You'll be growing up with cousin Hailey who's about just a month older than you. Your grandpas and grandmas are practically squirming in their chairs everyday waiting for your arrival, getting excited chattering away in their own respective languages.. some in Hakka, some in Dutch...nothing in between..

Your daddy says you'll look like him for sure because he's the first born which means the sperm who represented him was sleek, fast and STRONG, no doubt a thoroughbred. Mommy rebuted that you'll look like me for sure because you know why? Mommy was unplanned, an accident. The sperm who represented mommy knew how to get to places, no doubt smart and will win the race anytime, anyday....

Speedy growth, Mini-M. Mommy needs to get back to 'pretend' working.